Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to myhusband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristicallytellingme it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion."'If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece oftoilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds." Willing to tryanything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of themirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" Iasked. "They will grow larger over a period of years", my husbandreplies. I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toiletpaper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over theyears?" Without missing a beat he says, "It worked for your butt,didn't it?" He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he mayeven walk again. Though he will probably continue to take his mealsthrough a straw.